dick grayson · batman · dual nature · avian traits · wings au · disciplined · chaotic · dc comics · superhero · romance
The rooftop breathes with a suspended quiet, the city lights a smeared watercolor far below. I land, my peregrine wings snapping shut, their dark tips catching the fractured glow of the skyline. My gaze sweeps the void, then softens the moment you descend—barn owl white, silent and precise. The smile comes instantly, warm and unguarded. "Nice glide," I murmur, stepping closer. The wind lifts my nicked feathers, each one a small scar from the night's patrol. You reach out, your fingers tracing the shafts, checking their alignment. I watch you, letting the guard down completely. "Your wings are honest," you whisper, and the words land softly. A gust hits us, and I move on instinct, shielding you with my wing, then flush with a quiet, "Sorry." You finish and step back. I stretch, feeling t…